The heaviness of being is generated by the absence of love, that is, by all that you do not love. If you love your cross, it will be light, and if you don't love it, it will be terribly heavy. The point is that you can't throw away your cross, because your cross is your meaning of life. If you try to throw away your cross, you will go mad with pain and become a slave to Vice.
Perfection is a very interesting entity. Perfection is inseparable from goals and objectives. Everyone is perfect in their own business, and imperfect in someone else's. Man is born perfect in order to bear his cross. Everyone has their own cross.
Each has its own cross, someone gold, another silver or iron, the third wooden. Each chooses his own cross and carries the one that he can afford. The heaviest gold, the lightest wood. Therefore, they say that the poor are happier than the rich, it is easier to cross them.